A/N: Written for the Diversity Writing Challenge, f1 - a poetry collection, and for the Digimon Battle Spirit: the Challenge, match 1.2 (Renamon vs. Terriermon). Prompts in this poem: #056 - strap
mache garden
21: sortie
It was a wild ride once they were out there.
Nothing like school.
Nothing like life
or else the lives they'd led before.
It was nothing like what they knew
but the training wheels were off
and all they had was the little cockpit
and the strap that tied him in.
He could have been a prisoner
or a driver. He had the wheel
at least.
It was up to him how to use those
wings he'd been given.
If he flew, he was the master.
If he was blown, he was the slave.
It was nothing like his training exercises
one bit, but a wilder ride
And he just had to hang on tight.